About Me

Any time I feel my resolve slipping into misanthropy (which with age occurs more frequently than I care to admit),  I try to as quickly as possible transfer my thoughts and attention to truths about the good that undeniably exists in others, myelf, and the world in general.  To do this, I’ll sometimes engage personal interests that stir and foster my craving for lifelong learning. When I am not working on self-guided studies or at whatever my day job is at the moment, I occasionally gift myself the space to draft unvarnished scribble and prose. As I do, after  all, hold a fond heart-space for the proverbial everyman—the guileless, specifically, readers of my scribble will find it densely populated with the simplistic complexities of everyday people—people like me, who have no narcissistic need to be important, but prefer to be useful…people who have a simple craving for time well spent.

In fact, if I were a god, it is the gentle people around whom I would build a terrarium big and kindly enough for them to live as they so peacefully choose. Upon them, I would not place the burden of loving their enemies. I would, instead, spare them from enmity in total.

But I am no more a god than I am a psychologist, self-help authority, or even a truly talented author—and hold no desire to be any of those things. If you opt to enter my handmade worlds as a reader, you will discover that I am merely a scribbler of vagabond stories that settle over pages just so, aiming for no greater target than to perhaps instigate a passing thought. 

Drafting fiction feels, to me, like creating universes in real time. Some stories are more persistent than others. They weigh and rest on the vacillating mind of a scribbler until they are fleshed out in spoken or written form. They're not high maintenance, these tenacious tales. They don't ask for flawless editing or high-hat wordsmithing. All they need is a chronology through which they may be succinctly expressed. These are the flash-prompted scribblings that I occasionally enjoy penning. 

Short story scribbling is my preferred form. Perhaps that’s so because my creativity has a cozy lazy streak. While I am not opposed to drafting novels, it requires a sinking immersion to which I hesitate to commit.

• Scribble and Prose (Anthology)
• Strange Ruins, Volume II: To Swim in A Swamp (Anthology)
• Epitaphs (A story in three parts)